S.L.O.W. D.O.W.N.

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Stop. 

Breathe. 

Be still for one moment...please. 

My heart can't take this much longer.

This running. 

This craziness.

It's supposed to be Christmas, right?

It's supposed to be a season of rest, is it not?

Please.

Just one more moment.

Let me catch my breath. 

Please...let me breathe.

It's five days until Christmas.

Five days until we celebrate Christ's birth.

His coming into the world to save us.

T.O. S.A.V.E. U.S.

It's time to focus on the virgin birth.

How Mary...only a girl...was chosen by God

SHE WAS CHOSEN 

Chosen to fulfill God's plans

Chosen to carry the savior

Chosen to be visited by an angel

Joseph, her betrothed, chosen too

Chosen to support her

Chosen to protect her

Chosen to guide her all the way to Bethlehem

They walked that L.O.N.G. hard path

All the way from Nazareth to Bethlehem

All the way Mary carried the Christ child

When they arrived there was no room
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No room in the homes
No room in the inns
No room in their hearts for this baby
No room for our savior

He was born in a stable
He was laid to rest in a manger
He slept that first night in the hay

Our savior slept in the barn
There was no room for him in the town

N.O. R.O.O.M.
Let that sink in.
N.O. R.O.O.M.

We're busy
Life's crazy
But are we pushing HIM out?
Are we leaving no room?
No room for the Christ child.
No room for our Savior.

We're just like Bethlehem.
We're pushing Christ out.
We have our stories.
We have our our excuses.

But maybe...

Maybe, we should just pause.
Maybe we should just refocus.
Refocus on the one who came to die.

P.A.U.S.E.
B.R.E.A.T.H.E.
M.A.K.E. R.O.O.M.
S.L.O.W. D.O.W.N.